"Darlin', I put a down payment on a little place in the Bluegrass State," the groom told his bride on their wedding night. "You're gonna be sweet on the color...an azure that matches that blue-purple vine you adore. What's it called?" Snapping his fingers he said, "I got it...Kentucky ."

In the fall of 1888, the East End's —and those who fancied themselves detectives—were busy trying to find Jack the Ripper.

The alchemists believed lead could be into gold.

"Well, he survived the crash," the doctor informed the family, "but he suffered third-degree burns on his arms. In the emergency room, a nurse is his upper body with bandages."